You turn in his arms, snuggling into my chest. I lean down and draw you into a gentle, lingering kiss. I wrap my arms around you and you sigh happily. "How are you feeling Honey?" I ask. You smile dreamily.
"Good Mommy," you snuggle further into both of us, his arms wrapping around us. I kiss you again softly and sigh in contentment. You nuzzle into my neck and for a while, we all just snuggle and hold each other. Your sweet cock lies along my thigh and I can already feel it starting to stir.
"Do you want us to take you upstairs, darling?" I ask. You give me a shy but sunny smile.
"Yes Mommy." I lean in and kiss you before standing up to haul you to your feet. You follow me readily. My husband lies on the couch and he looks delightfully disheveled. Once you're standing, I straddle his hips, leaning in to kiss him. Gently, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders to be abandoned. I run my hands down his back and into his dress slacks, sliding them off. You get the first proper look at what he's wearing under his dress clothes.
A tight, lace and elastic body suit is revealed. Straps criss crossing around his chest and the lace covering sections of his pale skin, but leaving others tantalizingly bare. He looks elegant and edible all at the same time. I help him stand as well. Taking a hand from each of you in my own, I lead you up the stairs. As he falls in line beside you, he places a chaste kiss on your lips.
I lead you both to our bedroom, at first it looks like any relaxed but tastefully decorated room, but as you look more closely you begin to notice the evidence of our favorite activities. There are strategically located bolts and tie off points along the walls, handcuffs over one door. You notice various cuffs along the edges of the bed and there are a lot of ropes and ribbons lying around as part of the decoration scheme. A heavy trunk lies at the foot of the bed and a cabinet stands prominently against the wall, the door opaque with black glass. Your cock gives an excited jump imagining what could possibly be stored inside.
I watch you study our room in interest and see the way your eyes light up when they land on a particular hook set into the ceiling. I smile, it's one of my favorites too. I step close to you, hands ghosting over your ribs before circling around you to pull you in for a sensual kiss. "I love your dress Honey, but I feel like we've gotten it thoroughly dirty, would you mind if I swap it out?"
You eye me carefully, but nod and I smile. I cross to a small wardrobe you hadn't noticed and when I open it you see it's filled to the brim with all manner of lacey, frilly, leathery sexy things. You blush just imagining the kind of attire I'll find in there for you. I rummage for a minute, laying items over my arms as I go. I love to dress up a cute and willing subject and your body is just too tempting for me to resist.
"Strip her please," I call over my shoulder to my husband and he smiles. He steps closer to you and you shiver. He's tall, standing a few inches above either of us and he might make you nervous if he didn't have such a kind smile while he towers over you.
"May I?" he asks sweetly, and you blush and look away but nod. His soft, gentle hands glide over your bare arms, a gentle caress. He tips your chin up and pulls you into a tender kiss while his hands roam back to the zipper at your back. He unzips your dress slowly, reverently, kissing you while his hands skim the soft skin of your shoulder blades.
You shiver at the combination of the cool air brushing against your bare skin and his tender, focused ministrations. He slides the dress slowly down your back, letting it fall to the point where it naturally snags on your wide hips. He kisses down your neck to your newly bared chest. Lavishing you with attention, kissing over every inch until he makes his way to first one, then the other of your rosy nipples. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles until they stand out in hard peaks and you are gasping for air while your knees buckle in pleasure. He makes little, pleased sounds at the excitement you display, his strong arms holding you in place whenever you waver.
Reverently, he slides his hands over your hips and the curve of your butt, pushing the dress down until it slides all the way, pooling at your feet. You're back to full hardness beneath the blue satin of your panties, material straining. He hooks tender fingers into the straps and slides them off, kissing down your stomach as he does. You gasp and your eager cock jumps up to greet him, but he ignores it, kissing down your thighs and running his gentle hands up and down your legs.
I return with an armful of delicate looking white clothes. I steer you to stand before a full length mirror, complete with decorative filigree. The first thing I pull out is a white satin corset. Your eyes widen. "Don't you want to play dress up doll for Mommy?" I ask.
"Y-yes Mommy," you say, stepping closer. You put your hands up and I fasten the silken material of the corset around you. As I tighten it, it cinches close, pushing up your smooth chest and accentuating your slim waist and curvy hips. It gives you a very appealing, girly outline. I follow it up by sliding a lacey garter belt and matching garters over your pretty hips and thighs. I opt out of panties, they'd only get in the way for the things I have planned for you. Finally, I hold up a simple white ribbon with a crystal flower on it. I tie it around your neck and you notice it has a little ring in the front.
There's one last item in my hands, and you look confused as I lead you away from the mirror. Instead, I lead you back to that ceiling hook. In my hands is a contraption of heavy looking white leather and various buckles and rings.
"Give me your hands, sweet girl," I ask. For a second you hesitate, but then place them gently in mine. I love how much bigger my hands are than your soft, delicate ones. I bring them to my mouth and kiss each finger one by one while you blush. "Would you like to be tied up?" I ask and you nod. I give you a stern look and you swallow thickly.
"Yes, Mommy," you croak. I pull you close, pressing you hands up between my heavy breasts. You blush like you didn't get to touch all over them downstairs. I lean forward and give you a quick peck. Then I gently wind the leather cuffs around your hands. They bind tight, holding your hands facing each other with a thick strip of leather in the middle facing each other. The cuffs end in a clip and I draw you over to stand beneath the hook. Gently, I reach up, clipping the cuffs into place on the hook, holding your arms outstretched above your head. It's high enough that it forces you to arch your back and stand on slightly raised feet, creating a breathtakingly beautiful display.
I stalk around you taking in every angle with open hunger on my face. I take my husband by the hand leading him over closer to where you are almost suspended. "Look at our beautiful toy, Darling," I say to him. "Doesn't she look gorgeous?" He agrees, his eyes devouring your body as you wait, on display. I reach out and stroke your face, you shiver. I pull you into a soft kiss, letting you feel my hunger, my lust for your body.
I reach up to my husband and with a hand on his shoulder force him to kneel before you. "Don't you just want to taste love?" I ask. I bury my hand in his dark hair and guide his mouth towards you. "Stick out your tongue," I command, and he extends his pink tongue. I guide him to you so just the very tip of your hard, excited cock brushes against it. You both moan and I laugh. Using my hold in his hair as leverage, I guide him to tease your shaft and give you light, tantalizing previews of the wet heat of his mouth. Soon you're making hungry, keening noises and he's pushing the boundaries of his own pain tolerance straining to take more of you in.
Still holding his hair, I turn his face up to me. By now he's tenting the front of the body suit obscenely and his cheeks are flushed to match. "Do you want to suck on our toy?" I ask him.
"Yes Mommy, so much!"
"Can you be good and tease only, no cumming. Either of you?" I command making eye contact with you too. You both nod. I smile and release his hair. He leans forward and swallows you whole. You keen and buck in the restraints. I don't know if you expected him to go slow or if you weren't expecting him to be as good as he is, but he sets into a punishing rhythm swallowing you down with ease and pulling back with a delicious suction. It sets you to screaming unintelligible things as your legs shake with pleasure. I chuckle. Showing off his skills in this arena is one of my favorite things about any time we play with another. His cock leaks a steady stream of his excitement, showing me just how much he loves it too.
He slows down, just licks and sucks more casually, turning you into his own personal lollipop. I watch, enjoying the show for a while, but soon I want to find a new game of my own. He has you thoroughly distracted so I don't think you even notice when I slip around behind you. You definitely do when I grope your soft, pert ass cheeks though. With firm hands, I spread them open revealing your tight, pink hole. You let out a strangled gasp, shaking yourself out of the fog his ministrations have put you into enough to pant out a startled "Mommy!?"
"Hush, honey, let Mommy play," I lean forward and nip your left buttcheek, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to remind you who's the boss here. You yelp and struggle with the restraints, arching your back harder, which just pushes your pretty pucker closer to me. I smile then lean in, teasing you with a soft, quick lick. You let out a decadent moan. I kiss your puckered hole and you lean forward thrusting your ample cheeks back. I trail my tongue around the edge of your hole making you whimper.
"M-Mmommy, ppplease" you whine and I chuckle before pointing my tongue and dipping it into the middle. You stretch around me just a little and above me you wail. My husband's efforts step up too, he makes hungry, slurping sounds as he works your cock. "Please, please, I'm so close." You buck between us, alternately trying to get your cock as far down his throat as possible and impale yourself on my tongue at the same time. I tease your taint with my thumb and you buck mindlessly, lost in the fog of pleasure.
